I don’t know how I made it to age 25 without ever eating real pomegranate, but I imagine it had something to do with growing up in BFE.
Lots of things don’t exist in BFE (or didn’t exist during my adolescent years… if I went to my hometown grocery store today I might be surprised), like kale, soy, coffee shops, gluten-free cupcake mixes, and weird fruits like the lovely pomegranate.
They are some what of a B to shell/hull/whatever you call it, but I almost find the process calming and the end result is worth the effort in my opinion.
And now here is a picture of Shelton enjoying a pomegranate gem ever so delicately:
I love that guy.